Yr voice is the music I wanted to hear
And the desire to hold--just to hold you
With a tight embrace I heard the music
But it was a mirage
Of the telephone and television
Tricking me in the paranoia of daydreams
To hear yr voice and I reached the phone
There nothing but a dial tone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this FANTASTIC poem, LeeAnn!